I loved my Polly Pockets and my Water Baby more than I loved basically any other toys I owned as a child. I also DESPERATELY wanted one of those Cupcake Dolls but my parents didn’t love me. I did finally get Pretty Pretty Princess for Christmas last year after I pointed out to my mom that I had desperately wanted it as a kid and she refused to buy it. She has no idea why she refused, and my step-sister is now undefeated (my brother is riding high on a 12 game winning streak at Mystery Date).

Okay, I will forgive you all your sins for #1 because seriously dude I haven’t put up curtains in my room after being here FOR A YEAR because I screwed all the brackets into the living room and just couldn’t deal with it in the bedroom.

Oh god I rewatched this movie a few months ago and had the same revelation. Jesus Christ, I’m the same age as Julia Roberts was when she went marriage crazy in this movie, and also Dylan McDermot Mulroney was SUCH AN ASSHOLE OH MY GOD. Why did Kimmy even WANT him? She was 20, rich, beautiful, sweet, and such a good person and he was just awful to her. I just wanted to shake her and be like, honey, there are guys who are just as handsome who DON’T love their best friend more than you and who WON’T want you to drop out of college to follow them around in their low paying job and who AREN’T threatened by how smart and sweet you are. Marry one of them. Run! Run while you can! Leave him to Julia’s insanity. They clearly deserve each other.Although the end scene with Rupert Everett was pretty fantastic, I’ll admit.

Sooo nobody wants to talk about #6? Because that is basically the worst. “Oh you don’t enjoy sex? Well keep puttin’ out anyway sweetheart because MEN CAN’T TELL AND HE REALLY JUST NEEDS A BLOWUP DOLL ANYWAY.” I’m really not sure who should be more offended by that.

This is a list I’ve been waiting for. I’ve been wanting to get into fantasy novels for awhile now but I’ve been absolutely terrified to start because I find a lot of the gender tropes absolutely exhausting to deal with (which is part of why I stopped reading sci-fi) and just couldn’t handle the risk of encountering some of them.The main one I’m wanting to avoid is the beautiful virginal warrior princess whose breasts are described in loving detail.

I keep my depression under control using romance novels (they trigger my serotonin production I guess?) so when I’m sad I tend to binge on a handful of them over and over again when I start to feel the blurgs. Those books are: Lessons in French by Laura Kinsale, Unclaimed and Trial By Desire by Courtney Milan (the latter at least partially because the main character also has bipolar disorder), Revealed by Kate Noble, and Goddess of the Hunt by Tessa Dare.For literary fiction, The Awakening by Kate Chopin I find oddly comforting in a strange way, and of course Lord of the Rings.

You can say we’re all equals, but socio-economically that’s just not the case. White people occupy a privileged status in Western society. That means that we sort of have a responsibility to NOT act like douchebags if we don’t want to be considered bad people.

I think the best thing about being white is that if I want to I get to pretend like all of this is just fashion. But it’s not and I don’t want to. White people: We don’t get to be the arbiters of what’s racist or not. Sorry, unpack your privilege you guys. Just because you’re not offended doesn’t mean it’s not offensive to other people. We have a cultural and economic privilege over Native Americans and other racial minorities so we don’t get to decide when it’s fun to use their culture for fashionable purposes. We just don’t. Sorry, I know it super duper sucks you don’t get to wear feathered headdresses to Coachella without being a bad person, but if it hurts someone else’s feelings then sorry that makes you a bad person for continuing to wear it.

“What about kids dressing up as red Indians for fun - I suppose that’s socially unacceptable too ?”YES. YES IT IS. Also the use of the phrase “Red Indian” is racist as shit. Thanks for playing, though.

Okay, dear parents of the world: Christmas lights contain lead. Don’t let your babies chew on them unless I guess you’re hoping for a big payout from the Christmas light company and a child with developmental delays. And even then, moving into an old house and letting them eat the chipped paint is probably a lot more effective.

My problem with Schwyzer is that his bad behavior wasn’t in the past. I believe people can change and that redemption is possible, but he continued to act in a negative manner towards women even while proclaiming himself from the skies as a born again feminist. It doesn’t work like that. I sincerely hope he gets better, but I also sincerely hope he stays the hell out of my community.

The Others scared the shit out of me when I first saw it, but sadly once you know the ending it’s not nearly as scary. I just sat there with dumb horror as the hauntings started escalating and then at the end when it’s all coming to a head and suddenly you have NO idea what’s going on and it feels like your head is going to explode until you figure out what the fuck is happening.Severely underrated.Stir of Echoes was also really good but it had the misfortune of coming out around the same time as The Sixth Sense and “I see dead person” doesn’t quite work the same. But it has Kevin Bacon and a pre-L&O: CI Kathryn Erb as his wife who just doesn’t understand why he’s suddenly seeing this dead girl and why he’s digging holes in their yard and tearing out walls. The dead girl is the girl who played the original brunette in House whose name escapes me. This one DOES stand up to the occasional rewatch, however.

I am sitting literally less than 3 feet away from the complete Gundam Wing set. Purchased with my Blockbuster video money from Media Play. That is the most 90s sentence I ever wrote but this would have been around 2004.Oddly, it still holds up!

Tooms…ugh. Just seeing his picture now gave me the heebies and a few of the jeebies and I’m pushing 30. I’m not sure how I’m going to bed now. Thanks, Buzzfeed!The episode where the thing was killing astronauts was also terrifying but in a different way.

I use my fiance’s much more common surname for the Internet. It means that I essentially have NO Google trail. When you look for my first and last names you get a bunch of listings for my aunt who shares my surname and apparently sits on a charity board with someone who has my first name and a petition I signed against some kind of pony abuse when I was 13.I’ve come to terms with my uncommon surname because it means that I’ll never be confused with someone else on a background check. My mom has had that happen to an employee of hers before.

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